The Outsider Poem by Francis Duggan

What hair he has left is gray it once was dark brown
The one who feels a stranger in to him a strange town
The years catching up on him his better days are long gone
But the lust for the wander in him urges him to move on.

In small Countrytowns friends are hard to come by
Despite what some say rural people can be shy
With other locals their bond of friendship grow
And they are suspicious of those they do not know.

The nearest City is not anywhere near
But he feels that Earthly Utopia is distant from here
He feels an outsider in to him what is a strange place
Where there is suspicion of every new face.

The years catching up on him his hair is quite gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
From here he feels that Earthly Utopia in miles is far away
And in the small Countrytown his won't be a long stay.